So, father, you had better take me whilst I am in the humour, and see what you can make of me.

Hit the nail while it is hot, and don't discourage me at first starting, or I shall never get on.

You know I'm very shy, and want some one to lend me a helping hand.

If you're not too hard upon me you may make something useful of me yet.' Owen put his hand on his father's shoulder, as he wound up his speech, in a coaxing, boyish way, that had always proved irresistible.

The honest farmer pished and pshawed, and tried to get into a fresh passion, but meeting Owen's saucy eyes, fairly broke down.
'I tell you what it is, Owen, you're a regular scamp, and always were; but you know better than any of 'em to come over me, so--now, don't be a fool, mother! Just because the good-for-nothing young scoundrel promises to stay at home you must begin to cry.